The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836Various
General
The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. II., No. 12, November, 1836
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“Our scheme was soon executed; we regained our losses from ——, and
something more besides, and I was once more out of the reach of
absolute want. I hired a small house, where, very much against the
inclination of her family, I placed Emily. One of her sisters
accompanied her, for her continually declining health rendered the
sympathies of a female friend absolutely necessary. I once more
resolved to abandon play. The suggestion thrown out by Roberts with
regard to the study of the law, although doubtless not seriously
intended by him, had been frequently present to my mind. I now
determined to pursue that avocation, and felt every confidence in my
capacity to succeed. I compared myself with those around me who bore a
reputation in the profession, and felt proudly conscious that in
talent I was their equal. I told my wife of this. Her only answer was
a deep sigh, that seemed to shake her slender frame, and these words:
‘I hope it may be so, Charles; for your sake, I hope it may be so.’ I
felt nettled at the doubt implied, but I replied not. I had deceived
her too often to dare to remonstrate. My studies were commenced, but I
had little calculated on the difficulties of my task. It had been a
long time since I had taken a book into my hand, and I found it almost
impossible to chain down my attention to the subject before me. My
eyes would be fixed on the page, but my mind would wander far, far
away from it. Sentence after sentence was perused and reperused, but
no distinct meaning was conveyed to my understanding. I would sit for
hours in one fixed attitude, lost in total abstraction, and when
recalled to myself by some accidental circumstance, the visions which
had been floating in my mind were as scattered and unintelligible as
the wildest fancies of a foolish dream. It was impossible to study.
“One morning, after repeated and unavailing attempts to overcome this
state of mind, I threw down my book in despair, and went forth into
the open air, to try if exercise would not bring relief. It was a
lovely day in spring, the trees had just shot out their tender leaves,
the birds were pealing forth their joyous notes, a thousand insects
were dancing in the balmy air. It was a {757} day on which a heart at
ease might feel most happy; but to me the blessed sun no longer shone
with brightness, and my bosom was cold to those charms of nature which
had once made it thrill with gladness. I wandered on, knowing and
caring little where I bent my steps, when, at a sudden turn of the
road, I encountered Roberts.
“‘Well met!’ said he. ‘I was on my way to see you. I have good news
for you.’
“‘Indeed,’ replied I, sadly, ‘let me have them, then, for there is no
one to whom they could be more welcome.’
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